Sasuke Uchiha absently tapped his pencil against the sheet of paper before him, unable to focus on the task he was meant to be completing. His publisher had been nagging him for weeks to begin penning his latest novel – and naturally, he had proceeded to write what little he had so far in pencil. Sasuke felt a cheap thrill tango down his spine at the very thought of such an amusing deviance. In reality, Sasuke was quite a tragically uptight and rather un-humorous man. Even Gaara, from number 16, avoided Sasuke and his icy demeanour: and it was well known that one of Gaara's favourite pastimes was to poke the neighbourhood pets with melting pocky sticks, until their owners were forced to shave them bald as the sticky goo refused to disappear – horrific in anyone's book, but in particular Sasuke's, who prided himself on his own glossy obsidian locks.
Sasuke had often witnessed the pocky torture from outside his second floor window – out of which he was currently glaring – and found this particularly disturbing, and had consequently developed something of a phobia. If anyone were to come within five feet of him with the offending item he would now let out a rather unmanly squeal and spaz like a badger on acid. This was not the impression Sasuke desired to leave on others, preferring absolute indifference and superiority – which usually deterred them from initiating contact or conversation. He found it very difficult to connect with others and despite receiving a lot of female attention over the years hadn't been able to bring himself to be interested – relationships were bound to be a sickening rollercoaster of depression and ultimately apathy, in everything but cliché rom-coms and cheesy romance novella.
A sharp cracking sounded in the apartment, and Sasuke looked down to see his pencil snapped in two. 'Is this really my life? Broken pencils and second rate novels...' Sasuke mused. Sasuke was a romance novelist, and a very popular one at that, second only to Danielle Steele in the quantity of his books currently stocked in Waterstones across the country. However, second best just was not good enough to satiate Sasuke Uchiha's God complex™. At the thought of Danielle Steele Sasuke gritted his teeth, he hated that bitch. She'd tried it on with him at one of their publishing companies' many cocktail parties, and possessed many of the qualities that turned Sasuke off - including being over fifty and looking like a flat soufflé, but primarily her female form. Truly, the only writer he admired was Stephanie Meyer, after all she had created the vehicle that shot Sasuke's number one pin-up, Robert Pattinson, to fame. Despite his obsessive fan girl tendencies relative to the new Edward Cullen; Sasuke found himself with few romantic feelings elsewhere. Emotional attachments just led to hurt, pain and misery in his experience... except in his novels, where he could spin the fantastical bullshit he wished were actually feasible in reality.
Sasuke sighed, and rose from his chair. He paced around his study for a few moments, before deciding it was time to get a new pencil, along with a few groceries. Sasuke retrieved his favourite dark blue jacket from a coat peg by the front door, pulling the zipper up to his neck – the jacket clinging to his slender, but lithe, frame. With a quick glance in the mirror and a grab for his keys, Sasuke was out the door and into the crisp autumn air.
Naruto stopped – mouth open and eyes like giant orbs, the girl next to him was seriously hot. He'd only dropped into the supermarket to visit his friend Kiba on his lunch break, who often managed to slip Naruto a bottle of Cherry Sourz from behind the counter (Naruto being very partial to Cherry Sourz, but sadly being only seventeen unable to purchase it for himself) and couldn't believe his luck at stumbling upon such a gorgeous creature. Her onyx eyes sparkled with untold riches, leading Naruto towards thoughts of only the finest, sweetest liquorices. Her hair was also a deep black, glinting a brilliant midnight blue upon catching the light - and she possessed a slight furrow to her brow, which reminded Naruto of... Anne Robinson.
Secretively, Naruto had always thought the furrow to Anne's brow to be incredibly sexy, and proceeded therefore to introduce himself to the brooding female beside him.
"You alright there?" Naruto said, with a feigned nonchalance (this girl was really pushing all of the right buttons – and Naruto had read enough self-help books to know that if one wants to attract another a certain amount of eagerness should be withheld - this being extremely difficult for one such as Naruto, who had all the eagerness of a puppy anticipating not only the finest of kibbles: but a bath free month... Naruto really didn't like baths).
Sasuke twitched, before turning to face the person who'd dared to interrupt his browsing of the latest John Freida collection; a snarl festering on his upper lip. The voice came from a man who definitely didn't belong in this aisle, Sasuke sniffed in distaste. His hair was a mess... though a beautiful sandy gold. As Sasuke's eyes moved further down, he became entranced by the most captivating cobalt eyes he had ever seen. They uplifted his being, made his heart sing, caressing his soul as if exposing it to the richest of sunlight's... and that wasn't even a simile lifted from one of his many novels.
A small smile began to tug at the edge of Sasuke's lips. However, abject fear began to bubble in his stomach when he caught sight of what was in the blonde's hand – freezing his features and his nimble fingers, previously navigating the shampoos and conditioners.
"Ummm, y'know it's rude to stare." Naruto chuckled, running a nervous hand through his hair. 'Wow, this girl sure is cute! I wonder why she looks so angry – aggghh that look!' Naruto's brain was telling him to run, but there was something really captivating about...
"Excuse me," came the rather gruff and abrupt reply, cutting off his thoughts: before Naruto found himself shoved backwards into a towering display of Maybelline Dream Matte Mousse, and falling on his arse in a rather undignified manner. 'Whoa... she's a... he.' Naruto started, recovering from his daze whilst remaining in his chaotic heap on the floor. 'But a very hot he' [AN: hot-he, hottie pwaa..], he realised with a blush.
"What did I do wrong?!" Naruto shouted after the mysterious aisle seven beauty, who was hurriedly exiting the store, before cradling his face in his hands.
"Ew..." Naruto mumbled, as he found his left cheek smothered in sticky chocolate.
His pocky stick.
AN: This is just a quick little something I bashed off in the last two hours, I've been thinking about starting a Naruto/Sasuke fanfiction for a while now.. And this is my first quirky little attempt. Haven't written anything in a bout four years, so first few chapters might be a bit rusty. Thanks for reading - reviews are vury vury welcome
Oh, & just on another quick lil side-note, I have absolutely nothing against Danielle Steele!
Characters belong to Kishimoto etc. etc. etc.